Thursday, February 12, 2015

A Winter Wonderland

Photography by Juan Tituaña

Apologies to those of you in New England or other snowy places, but tonight I would like to share with you Juan Tituana and Jerry A. Scuderi's Winter Wonderland. These are lovely pictures and poems. On the other hand, from what I have seen in other literary journals, artists appreciate this season as well. Perhaps as long as one doesn't have to shovel snow or walk up and down windy Rockville Pike....

Photography by Juan Tituaña

FRIVOLOUS FURY

A big storm is coming with February’s chill ;

to isolate, suffocate, bury us at will .

Call out to your
loved ones, and check on our heat .

Buy shovels, and bread; they soon will delete .

See little flakes
fall, what a glorious sight ;

uncountable lilies, no two are alike .

But what of our
power? Our lines may come down .

Then gone will be heat; our light, and our sound .

Dear lilies
accumulate, stacked to a great height ;

all laying a blanket, dust filling the night .

Sailing white linen
falls heavy in loads ;

it scours, and primps, and laces our roads .

Oh, do we have gas,
for the shovel that blows ?

Will the kids go to school, or play in the snows ?

Our streets will
shut down, our cities turn blue .

And . . . , another storm’s coming, oh, what will we do ?

Just open our
drapes, and turn on the floods ;

sit back, and relax, and hug all our loves .

This blizzard has
fury of sights and of sounds ;

it levels our backyard, our lives it shuts down .

Our land is soon
covered, every rail, chair, and table .

What’s in our backyard? To tell we’re not able .

I’ve push open our
door, covered booties to head ;

through deep fluffs of snow, the dog is now fed .

She stayed in her
little house, under cover and straw ;

in wonder, amazement, some fright, and some awe .

Finches and snow
birds skip around at our feeder ;

my bacon fat sun seeds give fuel for their heaters .

Chickadee and
Titmouse all join in the fun ;

prancing about on a day without sun .

Snow ploughs pushed
and scraped and ran through till dawn ;

keeping open our freeways, puppy tired little pawns .

Tore-up dirty grass,
snow drifts now too wet ;

I’ll long for the pureness of our blizzard yet !

Soon all will be
gone, summer heat ’ll set in ;

and we’ll think of our snow days, fond memories we’ll bring
.

Good-Bye Snow !

Jerry A. Scuderi February 23,
2010

Photography by Juan Tituaña

Photography by Juan Tituaña

A Morning of Manna

See forests puffed of cotton lint ;

evergreens so weighted low.

The bite of air’s not a mint ;

shimmering cloak show us your glow .

Spreading oaks
stretch so high ;

buds await as patient guests .

Wired poles with powered sides

frame fertile fields deserving rest .

Brilliant sun of
cloudless sky

displays matted grasses choked with fluff .

Winter’s coat soon gone good-bye ;

these frozen toes have had enough .

Wooded scapes guard
crystal creeks

escaping slow among the locks .

A paradise among the meek

watch glaring glass on cotton rocks .

Alabaster lowlands
of marshed ponds

find padded geese avoiding ice .

Draw me close , oh earthly bonds .

Glories’s back , how you entice !

Jerry A. Scuderi February 14, 2013

Photography by Juan Tituaña

Photography by Juan Tituaña

Drizzled Darkness

Drizzling snow
Darkness glows

Mounds grow heaps
Children leap

Scapes erases
Masking places

Amassed and carried
Village buried

Mounds in heaps
Little ones leap

Cotton sought Play
in thoughts

Amassed and carried
School yards buried

Delivering storm
Front porches scorned

Cotton sockers
Fuzzie dockers

Fluffing down
Lanes are bound

Whisking storm
Vision scorned

Coating all
Winter’s doll

Imposing down Day
is bound

Fire roars Warmth
on board

Arresting all
Winter’s maul

Waist deep blanket
Schoolers like it

Wood stove roars
Warmth on board

Silent mounting
Twilight counting

Waist deep blanket
How kids like it

Snowing air
Inviting stares

Scape erased
Make-up placed

Drizzled snow
Enchantment glows

A pantoun

Jerry A.
Scuderi 02-18-2014

Photography by Juan Tituaña

Photography by Juan Tituaña

Green Pea Soup

At breaking dawn , the house is dark ,

No guiding light for me .

Cuddled sound as I embark

rests the slender form of Lee .

Sleep my fair of many springs ,

radiant as the morn .

Create a home and hearth for kings ;

amuse with buck and fawn .

I’ll breakfast on her green pea soup ;

assult a lawn filled deep with snow .

Feed animals and secure the coop .

Skirt the storm a foe .

White bellies perch on our dogwood tree ;

fluffing out the wind and chill .

Sunshine brings a chance to dance ;

about the grass of dill .

Find your joy ; it’s at your feet .

You’ll leave your life and times .

Contentment’s there ; just look and seek .

Life’s just a
verse of rhyme .

Jerry A.
Scuderi 3-04-14

Photography by Juan Tituaña

Photography by Juan Tituaña

In addition to the beautiful words and images, Jerry and Juan have also provided some music for you:

Dear Sara, most of my photos were taken around my neighborhood, Olney Md and our Lake Needwood nearby (white wild fowl). Also, photos in back streets near my house, my backyard patio and the ducks at a frozen lake in Gaithersburg, Md. It's just amazing how the wonders of nature is around our corner - just minutes away. Best ~ Juan Tituaña (photographer)